I was a ripe 13 year old when Karate Kid came out in the theaters. I remember thinking how Ralph Macchio was so cute. I remember singing the Bananarama song "Cruel Summer." But I also remember that infamous kick that knocked his opponent on his ass forever more. After much hard work, "Wipe on, wipe off," the Karate Kid triumphed. So when A. wrote me yesterday to tell me our baby kicked for the first time, I felt triumph. Puttering around my apartment this morning on a lazy Saturday, it just hit me that this is a big deal. Our baby is moving around in there and is getting big enough for A. to feel in her belly. I felt (not literally) a physical connection with this kid. Every kick is a triumph, even when I have to imagine what that must feel like.
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What a wonderful milestone!
Thanks for the comment on my blog. Facebook is definitely more trouble that it's worth at this point. Maybe it'll be different at some later point in life...
Congrats on your baby getting big enough to start kicking :).
what great news!
That's so exciting!!
Ah yes, I remember karate kid. Although for some reason I always thought it was "wax on, wax off"!
Hooray! The kicking and spinning and hiccuping make things very reassuring, too. Tweets from the womb, of sorts...
Fet Accompli- Thanks, I think you are right, it's "wax on, wax off." I was close (:
Congrats on the kicking! What a wonderful milestone!
BIG SMILE!!! The little grasshopper is growing very well!
Thanks for the post - it definitely felt great to share the news with my friend :-)
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